It took time.
It took patience.
It took perseverance.
It took dedication.
It took manipulation.
It took down right sneakery… Continue reading “GOT PEA!”
SQUEAK SQUEAK
We live in an old squeaky house. The floors squeak, the stairs squeak, the doors squeak, even the door knobs squeak. It’s just a squeaky house. I never knew how squeaky it was until we had a sleeping baby in the house. So I’ve made myself an expert at knowing where all the squeaky spots are and how to avoid them. I need to skip certain steps, and tip-toe over others. Now I can maneuver through my house without making a sound as if I were a ninja or a hired assassin. I’m even a master at closing the doors without making any noise. Since I put so much effort in keeping a quiet house when my kid is sleeping, is it too much to ask that the rest of my neighborhood does, too? Continue reading “SQUEAK SQUEAK”
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS…
my two front teeth… wishes Ellie. And Christmas couldn’t come soon enough this year!
Teething. It’s a crazy thing. Who would have thought that these little bumps that pop through their gums would cause so much pain. It’s like a rite of passage in becoming a toddler. I guess they call them growing pains for a reason. Every kid handles their pain differently, too. Some kids scream and cry non-stop. Some whine all day long. Some don’t sleep and some don’t eat. Either way, they all have to experience it. Continue reading “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS…”
A MONSTER IN THE CLOSET
There we were. Standing face to face. I’m standing confident and strong with Ellie in my arms. She’s cautious and worried. She doesn’t remember her curious history with this monster. She’s perfectly still in my arms holding onto my shirt. She looks at me only with her eyes. Her head stays still. Then she looks at the monster. Then back at me. My fear for this monster has faded long ago. Not only has my fear faded, but I have tamed this monster to be a productive member of the household. Even with it’s mighty growl and lighted eyes, I still feel no fear. Today, I try to teach Ellie that this is a monster we control.
NEW YEAR’S EVE
Every Sunday to me is like New Year’s Eve. It’s the end of a long hard week, and the beginning of a new one. A fresh start. This is when I announce my resolutions. It’s the same every Sunday. I’m really going to do it this time. Starting Monday, I’m really going to get back into a workout schedule. I’m going to make time for myself to read. I’m going to be more productive with my day. I’m going to shower and brush my teeth every day. I’m not going to eat half a carton of ice cream in an evening. I’m not going to use my Marathon gas card to buy chips at the gas station. I’m not going to use the random change in my truck to buy a sundae from the dollar menu. I’m not going to spend my evening rummaging through the cabinets looking for food.